Temporary -- A Rocky Lynch Story

Chapter 2

*Liz's POV*

I got home from Ross's at around 10 that night. They always did that to me; I said I only wanted to stay for an hour or two, but they roped me into eating dinner and watching a movie with them. I swung the door open to my small studio apartment, kicking off my shoes as I entered. When I shut the door, my fingers went immediately to the lock. But I remembered what I told Rocky and I felt myself quiver. My fingers dropped, leaving the door unlocked.

I told him to come over around midnight, which meant I had a couple of hours to kill. Over on my small desk sat my laptop, beckoning me to finish writing a chapter for my novel. I had missed an entire day of writing to be with Ross, so I figured it needed to be done. I poured myself a glass of white wine and sat down in my overly comfortable computer chair. The only light in the entire room came from the blue glow of my screen mixed with the orange of the desk lamp.

I pulled my hair back into a tighter bun and slid on my reading glasses before opening my document and reading my notes from earlier that day. My mind kept wandering to Rocky, dripping wet and naked. The way he teased my hip and the look in his eyes when I invited him over. I needed him, but it wasn't that time yet. I crossed my legs tightly and took a deep breath. Focus, I told myself. You still have an hour and a half.

I typed a few words, then looked at the clock. Browsed Facebook. Checked the clock. Looked for the perfect mood-setting, inspiring music to play. Checked the clock. Time was moving slowly; it was if everything stood still. I was lonely. I longed for his touch. The closer it got to midnight, the more I anticipated his arrival. I grew wet between my legs imagining everything that he was going to do to me. He was the best lay I've ever had, and I wanted to have him now.

When midnight came, the door to my place opened quickly. Right on cue. I took a deep breath and remained calm. Half of the fun was acting like I wasn't waiting. Like I couldn't care less if he came or not. I heard heavy footsteps make their way towards my chair, and then arms wrapped around me. His fingers made their way down to the hem of my tank top. "Did you miss me?" he growled into my ear, suddenly spinning me around in my chair. I was looking up into Rocky's hungry eyes. I couldn't help but grin devilishly.

"Take me," I challenged, maintaining eye contact and biting my lip. He gently took my reading glasses off before lifting me up and carrying me a few feet to my bed. He dropped me onto the mattress and I landed with a bounce.

I pulled off my shirt before he stopped me. "I'll take care of that," he said, climbing on top of me and kissing me, reaching behind to unclasp my bra. It fell off and his mouth traveled down to my breasts, kissing and sucking while his hands were busy elsewhere.

"Oh fuck, Rocky," I moaned as he slid my pants and underwear down in one quick motion. His mouth laid kisses and hickeys down my stomach and to my inner thigh before he dared to run his tongue over my sensitive nub. My fingers tangled in his hair and pulled hard as he began to lick and suck harder. "Oh my God, Rocky, I'm going to—" Before I could finish my sentence, an orgasm overcame my entire body. It was like lightning coursing through my veins. It was so intense that I couldn't make a sound.

He started to pull off his clothes quickly, needing release right away. His thick member rubbed against my thigh as he teased me, bringing it closer and closer to me. I needed to be filled. I needed it now and I needed it badly. My eyes were closed, yet I could tell Rocky's face was hovering right next to my ear. "How badly to you want it?" he asked in a low voice.

"I need you inside of me right now," I groaned.

"What do you want me to do to you, babe?" He loved to tease.

"Rocky, I want you to fuck me hard right now," I nearly yelled, my hands grasping, trying to feel him.

He chuckled as he lifted my leg and aligned himself with me. "Okay, you asked for it," he said with one quick thrust. In just one movement, he bottomed out inside of me. He pounded hard as I gripped the bedsheets. "Do you like that?"

"Oh God, I love it," I cried. "Harder, baby. You're going to make me cum so hard."

"Not until I say it's okay." I loved when he became this controlling. It drove me crazy. He reached down and started to rub as he pounded slower and harder. He made sure that I felt every inch of his hardness with each stroke.

"Oh God, please Rocky," I moaned.

"Please, what?"

"Please may I cum?" My eyes squeezed shut, trying to control my urges.

"Open your eyes and look at me," he ordered. I did as I was told, staring him directly in the eyes. "Now cum."

I inhaled sharply as I let go, struggling to keep my eyes open as I felt my second release of the night. As I tightened around him, he also felt his high, pulling on my long hair as we rode it out together.

*Rocky's POV*

Afterwards was always my least favorite part. It was so impersonal. I loved the rough, passionate sex. But I was never a guy to fuck and leave a woman. I knew that was what she wanted. She wanted relief on lonely nights, and I was willing to give it to her. She was always so beautiful after we fucked. The way strands of her pink hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and back and the look in her eyes after an orgasm.

But after she was able to shake it off, she was up. She didn't cuddle. She didn't want any of that emotional shit. It was fine in the beginning, but the more I saw her, the deeper I felt for her. It wasn't just sex for me anymore. There was something there, and I wanted to have the chance to explore that.

She rolled out of bed and pulled her underwear back up. She slid back into her tank top and fixed her hair before heading back over to her laptop. Once again, the glasses were hanging off the tip of her nose as she watched the glow of the screen before her. Her fingers danced across the keys, writing down whatever idea she had. This was typical.

"Come back to bed," I tried, a subtle hint of begging in my voice.

"Can't," she said matter-of-factly. "I started freelancing for this magazine and they need my piece by morning. I need to work."

"Babe, come on," I groaned.

"Don't call me that," she sighed. "It's fine during sex, but we aren't together. This is just sex. You know that." Her eyes never left that screen, nor did her fingers leave the keys. "You can see yourself out."

I felt a knot form in my stomach as I pulled my shirt and pants back on. Walked over to the door and put my shoes back on, reaching for the door knob. I looked back once more to see if she was watching, but her focus hadn't broken. This needs to stop, I said to myself as I opened the door. I wished I wasn't so addicted to her. This had gone far enough. I needed to put an end to it before she sucked me in even further. If I kept going, I was scared the fall might actually kill me.